ALEXIS MIRANDA DOBBS
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
DEAL THAT I'M MAKING?



»» you used to get it in your fishnets
now you only get it in your nightdress
discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
landed in a very common crisis
everything's in order in a black hole
nothing seems as pretty as the past though

I'D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD,
GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES
----»» OOC SHIZZ .

----»» YOUR NAME: Lucy!
----»» AGE: 16
----»» GENDER: Female!
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION: gullwing@hotmail.co.uk or purplecheeseandgravy@googlemail.com
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: Neopets. But I used to be Rosie. :3
----»» DID YOU READ THE RULES: The sun is still overrated, guys.
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: I'm amazing?
----»» RP SAMPLE:

COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,
LET ME STEAL THIS MOMENT
----»» BASIC INFORMATION .

----»» FULL NAME: Alexis Miranda Dobbs;
Alexis;; from the Greek Αλεξις, which meant "helper" or "defender". It was derived from αλεξω (alexo) "to defend, to help". This was the name of a 3rd-century BC Greek comic poet, and also of several saints, not that I see at all how they link to me. My mum swears she didn't know any of this at the time. I think I'm named after some relative or another, but I can't really remember. I know Miranda is the name of my Great-Aunt. Or the middle name of my Great-Aunt, anyway.
Miranda;; from the Latin mirandus meaning "admirable, wonderful". The name was created by Shakespeare for the heroine in his play 'The Tempest'. It did not become a common English given name until the 20th century. This is also the name of one of the moons of Uranus, which means I can totally lie in the middle of Astronomy and pretend that I've seen a moon when I've actually caught my reflection. It's not as funny as I'd like it to be, though. As I said, this is my Great-Aunt's middle name. Which makes me very exciting, of course.
----»» NICKNAMES: I get plenty, though I'm quite happy to stick to being called Alexis. Lexie and Issy are regular ones, though I've had Lex before. I'm really not that fond of having my name shortened is the thing. I'm too fond of my actual name, y'know? I'm hardly going to be heartbroken if you do give me a nickname, though. Just give me a nice one, ok?
----»» AGE: Fifteen. So young! It makes me a bit sad, but I'll cope.
----»» HOUSE: The only House worth being in, darlings. Hufflepuff! (Big up the Badgers!)
----»» GENDER: Ok, I know I'm not the most developed member of Hogwarts, but dammit I'm a girl!
----»» BLOOD: Does it really matter? I've never understood blood supremacy and stuff, it's all a bunch of words to me. I'm a half-blood of sorts, though I was raised in a very Muggle-y way until I was about six. It didn't look like any blood was planning to come out. But then, my Mum's a Muggle-born herself, so that'd kinda explain it, wouldn't it?
----»» ALLEGIANCE: Well gee, considering my background, I guess I should support You-Know-Who, huh? Stupid.
----»» WAND: It's a lovely thing, 9" maple, with a phoenix tail feather.
----»» SEXUALITY: Well, you know I have a thing for ladies. As in, I like sitting and talking to them about all the boys I'm completely crushing on at the same time. I'm straight, I think..
----»» CANON/ORIGINAL: Canon? *blinkblink*

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,
LET'S EXCHANGE THE EXPERIENCE
----»» PERSONA .

----»» LIKES:
~ Unsurprisingly, I completely and utterly love people. And not in the "Oh, everybody is so nice and charming and delightful and I could never hate anybody" sort of way. Just in the people watching way. Have you ever done that? It can amuse me for hours. And I mean that most literally.
~ I love Muggles. Everything about them makes me happy. Especially since I'm all hardly a witch myself. I've kind of cheated in my OWLs somewhat by taking Muggle Studies, since I am one. But it'll be fun, right? A free OWL, practically.
~ I know it's a funny thing to love, but I absolutely love arguing with people over ethics and stuff. Even though I haven't really got a view on that many things, it's kind of fun to learn what other people think. And then for me to try and work out what I think. Even if I don't think of it for a couple of days, I can bring back up the argument - well, it's not really an argument - when I do have an idea!
~ Sugar. Anything that comes out of Honeydukes is fine by me. Absolutely anything. Even those weird sweets that make you breathe fire. They're disgusting to eat but still somehow yummy. Sugar Quills are still my favourite, even though they make my fingers really sticky!
~ Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch. It gives me a sport to be good at. I was horrendous at every Muggle sport I tried, but they hand me a bat (I'm a good Beater, but I'm not on the Team) and I'm brilliant. Well, not brilliant, but still. Pretty damn good for a Muggle girl!
~ Sunrises and sunsets make me happy. Something to do with my hair, I'm guessing. I mean, I look all sparkly when it's orange in the air as well as in my hair. Ha ha, excuse me while I choke at my ability to pun. But yeah, they make me happy.
~ General moments of natural beauty make me smile so much it hurts my face. Not that I object dreadfully. I love looking at waterfalls and the like. Sitting by the lake makes me feel better because it looks really lovely until the Giant Squid surfaces. Even then, it's not that much less attractive.
~ Equality for everybody. Is that something I like or something I would like? I don't know. But either way, it's something I'm rather in favour of. Can you blame me? I'd not exactly want the world to hate us half (or whatever I am) bloods.
~ Freedom to do whatever the heck I like, whenever the heck I like. It's something you don't really get that much of at Hogwarts, but then nobody really cares what you do, so long as you do something. Turn up to lessons, pass your OWLs.. Or at least, nobody minds dreadfully in Hufflepuff, I don't know about in any of the other Houses.
~ I love being in Hufflepuff. There's a little bit of me that thinks I might have belonged in Gryffindor just as well, but I'm really quite happy in Hufflepuff. Oh, that might be why, come to think of it. I'm really quite happy.
~ Happiness is the best thing ever. I know it's more of an emotion than a thing to like, and you'd be strange not to like it, but I take happiness to an extreme that is probably quite dangerous. I mean, geez. I'm constantly happy about everything. Even my dislike of Slytherins is done cheerfully!
~ Reading is so much fun. I know that's lame and probably more of a Ravenclaw-y trait, but it's my favourite thing to do ever. Really! I swear I'm cool. Hufflepuffs are cool. We're amazing. But yeah, reading is one of my favourite things to do. I love it. Give me a good book any day.
----»» DISLIKES:
~ Slytherins. Not all of them, mind. Just some. It depends, really; some of them can be alright but for the most part they're just snobs. "Oooh, look at me being a pureblood and wonderful." Don't make me start on that one.. They're just so irritating! It's unfair, I don't see why they should be allowed to be mean just because they've got different heritage to me.
~ The Giant Squid. It terrifies me for unknown reasons beyond the fact that I get the impression it would take my feet off if I dangled them in the lake. I do throw it bits of bread and stuff in winter though if I see it. I feel sorry for the poor Squid!
~ Unfairness and inequality is so silly, I don't understand why on earth it even has to exist.
~ People calling me a boy just because I have practically no shape. Or any other similar insult. In fact, I don't like insults in general. Directed at me or other people. Unless it's a Slytherin.
~ The fact I dislike Slytherins is a dislike of mine. I feel really bad for disliking them, and yet I find myself doing it. I guess it's because they don't like me, but then I suppose that makes me as bad as them. I try to give them a chance, but it's hard!
~ Prefect duty; for some obscure reason I'm applying to be one this year - I think it'll look really good - but I don't want to patrol the halls like some overbearing big kid. I'm too nice to punish people is the other problem. I'd feel mean!
~ Headaches and general illnesses make me sad inside. I know you can't avoid them all but dammit, I'm a witch! I should be able to fix this sort of thing without even noticing I'm doing it. It makes me sad that I can't.
~ That nagging feeling I get in the back of my mind that I'm never going to get married, have kids or any of the things I'd quite like to do just because You-Know-Who is rising. And that realisation that it's probably quite true.
~ Death Eaters aren't just a dislike, they're a hatred of mine. How dare you even try to kill people who've done nothing to you? What are you, a Nazi?! Haven't you learned from.. what, thirty years before? It's sick. That's what it is. Horrible and sick and wrong.
~ People using the term "mudblood" makes me feel like I'm going to vomit and cry all at once. Especially since people with "mud blood" are just as competent as those with "pure" blood. It's sad. Anyway, am I a mudblood because my mother's one? Because if so, I'm proud!
----»» QUIRKS & HABITS:
~ I spend my every waking moment in the library, reading. Anything I can lay my hands on. I've fallen asleep on countless books before, only to get thwacked into waking by Madame Pince. She's terrifying.
~ I tuck my hair behind my right ear if I'm trying to concentrate, even though I know it makes me look silly. It's just easier to focus like that, for some reason. I'm not sure why.
~ In Potions, I always add a little bit extra to whatever I'm brewing. Of all the ingredients, don't worry! I think it's because I have a habit of scorching half of the potion into the bottom of my cauldron in the first place.
~ If I'm tired, I sometimes use Wingardium Leviosa on my school bag so that it's on my shoulder but sort of floating along. Means I don't have the extra weight to carry, which makes me feel so much better. Really, you should try it some time!
~ Is it bad that I sometimes just jump onto the backs of any Hufflepuff I know of? I like hugs, but nobody ever expects them, and that makes them more fun! Especially if it means you nearly fall over and get to laugh a lot too.
~ If someone tells me some bad news or awkward things, I start laughing really hard. I don't mean to do it, but I can't help it. Awkward moments scare me, and my natural reaction to fear is to laugh and then cry. Sometimes, I even vomit. It's horrible.
~ I tend to doodle in the air with my wand. Lumos comes in so handy for making shiny lights and patterns, something which makes me exceedingly happy. I know, I know, very childish. Lack of maturity, blah blah. Well cry me a river, it looks pretty!
~ When I'm around people I'm scared of - Slytherins or the like, mostly - I tend to bite my nails a lot. And laugh nervously, along with rubbing the back of my head and blushing profusely. I'm like that around cute boys too, mind. Although I hug myself a lot around cute boys, as well. I'm disgraceful.

----»» BOGGART: I hate Boggarts. Defence Against The Dark Arts made me want to cry the first time I had to face it. I was sobbing like crazy, and the teacher had to remove it for me. It was a couple of Death Eaters, fully robed and masked, with my mum in their arms, and their wands at her throat. She was hysterical, pleading with me to get her out, to save her. I couldn't do anything. I just froze up. I've never forgotten that.
----»» PATRONUS: My Patronus is amazing; I'd never expected it to take on the shape it did, but when I looked up the significance of what it meant, I loved it. (Yes, I am lame enough to go away and research the meaning of my Patronus, but I wanted to understand it, dammit!). It's a seal; they represent protection, creativity, love and an active imagination. Ok, they also signify dilemmas and longing, but well, I can skip over those bits, can't I? My memory is of receiving my Hogwarts letter. Ok, I know it's cliche, but I only have a tiny bit of wizarding blood in me, and I never thought I'd get one because of that. I'm sat in the living room with my mother, on her knee waving this envelope about as she laughs and strokes my hair. She keeps repeating "I'm so proud. So so proud, Lexie."
----»» DEMENTOR: When I was eight, my mum got seriously ill. To this day, I have no idea what the illness was, all I know is that she had to go to hospital and stay in bed for a long time. I was really afraid that she wasn't going to get better and that I would never see her again. I can remember my Dad telling me that she would be home soon, and this real wailing scream just coming out of me as I asked him when. It's haunting.
----»» MIRROR OF ERISED: I see me shaking hands with someone in Slytherin robes and grinning widely. There's millions of people around us in different robes, with different skin colours, hair colours, heights and ages, all doing the same and smiling. Everything is at peace, there is no war and nobody's killing anybody anymore. It's all good. It makes me smile just to think of it!
----»» AMORTENTIA: My Amortentia is the smell of freshly cut grass, rain on forests and old books. There's a bit of old building and the smell of boy in there too. Oh, and strawberries, very faintly.


----»» SECRETS:
~ When I first started at the school, I used to sleep in the Common Room because I was too scared to stay in my room all night with total strangers. They were too intimidating! Even though they were, y'know, Hufflepuffs.
~ I had a huge crush on Sirius for the first few weeks of Second Year. I've never lived it down, although I suppose since every girl's had one on him, it's fine. At least I didn't doodle his name all over my parchment.
~ I accidentally set fire to a book while practising a spell during Remedial Transfiguration. McGonagall had to put it out for me because I was having a breakdown under the table..
----»» STRENGTHS:
~ I'm really really good at Charms. Like, brilliant. Sorry to brag, but I am. It's my best lesson, to be truthful. It's not like I'm great at many others; I'm no Ravenclaw!
~ I'm loyal to the last. Hufflepuff in me, there. I can't help but stick to whoever I'm supposed to. I couldn't betray somebody without feeling like the biggest scum on the face of the planet.
~ I'm quite good at Quidditch. Well, I'm very much good at Quidditch; I'm tempted to try out for the team. I don't suppose it's a useful life skill though, unless I become a Quidditch player in later life. Which I don't really plan on doing. Whatever, it's still a strength of mine!
~ I'm not shy. I don't mean that in the "Oh, I'm so confident!" way; I can't help but inadvertently blurt out the truth, or what I'm thinking at the time. I'm verbally clumsy, and have a bit of a habit of tellig people exactly what I think as I think it. I've gotten myself into many an awkward situation like that. It's never fun to try and explain it away, I can tell you now.
~ If I like you, I'll stick by you through thick and thin. And I don't mean that in a repeat of my loyalty. I'll lend you money, give you a place to stay, and generally mother you. Even though I'm scatty brained to heck and probably younger than you. I can't help it! I just feel the need to look after people. Expect cuddles and chocolate galore while you're upset, and Firewhiskey while you're happy.
----»» WEAKNESSES:
~ I'm too honest. I can offend people really quickly without thinking, and I lack the social skills to backtrack and apologise well. Means I don't get on well with that many people; I'm tolerated but my clumsy social ineptitude makes friendships hard. Those I'm close to can just cope, though.
~ Three years of Remedial Transfiguration has not improved my skills very much. I'm only just able to scrape my way through an A in this subject. It's a miracle McGonagall hasn't turned me into a table yet to punish me for being so bad. I can't help that I'm rubbish! At least I can drop it next year, though.
~ I'm too trusting of people, I want to believe that there's good inside people and end up being tricked into doing something I wouldn't usually do. I then feel really guilty about it for days or weeks afterwards.
~ If I feel guilt, I feel guilt for a long time. And I mean a long time. I'm still feeling guilty over that book in Transfiguration in Third Year. I'm bad for long spells of remorse; I can't get over it until I feel I've made it up to whoever I believe I've wronged. I even bought McGonagall a load of chocolates from Honeydukes, and still didn't feel any better. I'm useless.
~ I have a dreadful habit of doing what people tell me; if they ask me very sensibly not to tell anyone what they've told me, I'll do it without a second thought. Which of course means that anyone plotting things that should not be plotted would be safe to tell me. Even against my better judgement, I'll keep secrets. It's nice of me, I know, I know, but it's really not very wise. I just can't bring myself to change it. I wouldn't know how!
----»» GOALS:
~ I really want to work out some way to achieve equality for Muggle-borns and Purebloods alike. It's horrible that we don't already have it, and dammit I want us to!
~ I'd like it if I could get married, do the whole Muggle thing. Big white wedding, no silly robes, and such. It would be so much nicer than having a wizard wedding. They're just.. strange.
~ I know it's a strange goal, but I would really quite like to be a lot better at Transfiguration by the time I'm finished at Hogwarts. It would make my life so much easier, for a start, and it's kinda embarrassing how useless I am at it. And if I want to join the Order, I can't really be bad at it!
~ I really really really really would like to be famous. I don't care what for, or why; even if it's for something really embarrassing. I just want people to know that I'm here and I exist! I'm that good.
~ Silly little goal, but I want to prove to the rest of this silly school that Hufflepuffs aren't just nice, Merlin-dammit!
~ I need to stop being so gullible and easily lead. It's really embarrassing! And kinda awkward when I end up following guys to the bathroom on the third floor. Or believing people about why Myrtle moans. That's not funny any more, guys!
----»» FEARS:
~ I'm terrified that You-Know-Who is going to kill my family. Not me, not at first. My family; because they've got one Mudblood in there, and another of sorts for a child. It's a scary realisation.
~ Sometimes, I have to wonder if the Slytherins aren't all going to jinx me to death because of my blood status. And my house must make it so much easier for them to think of a justification.
~ Don't laugh, ok? I have a really bad fear that one day I'm going to go really wrong with a Transfiguration spell and turn myself into something really embarrassing. Like.. an alligator! Then get stuck like that forever.
~ Oh, that reminds me. I don't know why, but I have issues about alligators. Like, serious issues. Crippling fear size issues about them. I don't know why, ok?!
~ I have a really crippling fear of the future; if I knew what would happen in the future, I don't know if I could go on living.
----»» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Loyal.
As is expected of a Hufflepuff, I'll stick by you to the last! Even when everybody else has ditched you for greener pastures, I'll still be clinging onto your ankle like that scab that just won't heal! I guess that's not really a good metaphor, is it? Well, my point still stands. I refuse to leave somebody, no matter what happens. Whether you're about to get murdered by some crazy scary Slytherin or just getting chased by some rabid Niffler, I'll stick around and help you out! And probably end up injuring myself in the process, which usually cheers people up. Ok, so I'm a bit clumsy; it can't be helped! I'd never leave somebody in distress, though. Or otherwise, come to think of it; why would you do that to somebody? It's just not right. It's just not Hufflepuffian. Yes, I just made up a word. Shush! I can't imagine any reason at all why you wouldn't be loyal to your friends, mind you. Unless you were a Slytherin. I don't think they know what loyalty means. Which is kinda sad, when you think about it..

Funny.
Personally, I don't get why I'm funny at all. But a few people have told me I'm funny before. Just because I'm really clumsy, tactless and have the seeming inability to know what to say. I can't help it if I'm a bit clumsy verbally! Apparently it's endearing, so I don't care. I fall over a lot, so I guess I'm like those TV shows from the 50s that were all hilarious because of people falling over. Oh wait, you guys won't know what that is, will you? Yeah, well. I'm sure you'll cope with the concept of people falling over and it being funny. Watching me play Quidditch is kinda funny too, I guess. If I'm nervous, I tend to wobble a lot on the broom, and then I fall off. Well, it hasn't happened yet, but I've done a fair few aerial-rolls from swinging the Beater's bat too hard. But I haven't joined the team. I was on the team in second year for a little while, though! But yes, apparently I'm a bundle of laughs. I'm not seeing it, though!

Upbeat.
I can't deny this one, can I? I mean, just look at me. My face hurts all the time from smiling so damn much. It sucks, I can tell you. Well, it doesn't. It doesn't suck at all, because if it did then I wouldn't be so cheerful and then my face wouldn't hurt so I would be cheerful.. Ok, we'll leave that there. I guess it's why I'm a Hufflepuff, though. We're always happy, right? That kind of summarises me in a nutshell. Wait, that's two summary phrases in one. Ooops. Anyway, I don't think there's anything that can get me down! Even when I'm upset, I somehow stay really quite cheerful. I just flail and make a lot of noise. Which I suppose irritates people, right? I'd best be careful with that; I don't want to make any enemies! Around Slytherins - well, it depends which Slytherins, I guess - I tend to be just as enthusiastic. And uh, sometimes I try to get them to be the same..

Naive.
I'm not gonna try and hide the fact that I'm about as wise as a chicken. Or maybe a headless chicken. I don't know. Either way, I'm easily lead and it's not hard to persuade me on things. Oh, sure, I know my own mind but I'm not exactly the most intellectual person in the world, am I? I have a bad habit of getting myself into situations I probably shouldn't be in without realising what I'm doing, too. I'm not exactly full of street-cred or whatever it's called.. I'm hardly experienced in the world of well.. Everything that everybody else here seems to do. Ok, ok, I'm practically a child, I admit. But well, I'm doing my best here! I wish I was as mature and worldly as everybody else at Hogwarts, but I've always tried to keep well out of the way of the illegal stuff. It's not my fault I don't want to get expelled!

Spacey.
Alright, alright; I'm a total ditz and everybody knows it. There's no way I can cover up the fact that half the time I don't really realise what's happening until it's too late. I drift off midway through a conversation, then get jerked back to Earth by the fact that somebody's laughing at me. It seems to be a constant that I'm the butt of everybody else's jokes. I can't help but feel a bit nervous when I'm talking to people; at least I have Ruby to cling to so that nobody laughs at me too much! I'm terrified of all the older years, they're just really scary and I know what I'm like for conversation. It's not hard, being me. It's just a bit scary!

UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,
THERE IS THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS
----»» APPEARANCES .

----»» PLAY-BY: Hayley Williams
----»» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Aside from my hair, I don't really have any. I'd like to be really unique and exciting, but I'm not. I'm just short, skinny and a redhead.
----»» VOICE: I have quite a high voice; childish more than anything else. Somewhere between alto and soprano; it's quite comfortable there. When I sing, it's a bit higher; a definite soprano. I just don't sing very much, really. Well.. I'd like to!
----»» BODY TYPE: I'm 4'11, and yes I know that's teeny but be quiet. I can't help it. I weigh 108lbs, which is healthy for my height; I have a small frame you see.
----»» HEIGHT:
I never did get lucky with my looks. I mean, it would have been fine if I'd had dark hair; I might have looked all quaint and Victorian. As it happens, I'm a redhead. Plus side? I have big blue eyes. I know, it's amazing, isn't it? When I was younger, it was fine; I hardly had to consider what I would look like when I grew up. I mean, I've always been the small one. The one that gets picked to go on top when you make a pyramid. I'm hardly the sort of person you'd expect to see swing a Bat at Bludgers, and yet here I am. The sad thing is, I'm practically waif-like, I've developed so little since then. It's not the sort thing you like to confess to, but I'm pretty much rectangular. I have near enough no hips, and my chest is.. Well, what chest? At least I make up for it by having nice slim arms too. I completely and utterly adore my legs, though. If I had a bit more shape to the rest of my body, my legs might have looked glorious in heels. But as it is, my boy's body just means my legs look delicious in jeans. They're slender, not toned and muscled but sculpted nonetheless. And I'm proud to say there isn't a bit of fat on them anywhere. That might be something to do with the fact I'm running on a high metabolism more than anything else though. Because I'm so short and light, people tend to just pick me up and carry me off to wherever they want me to be. There's no magic involved; you pass me in the corridor and just scoop me up when I least expect it. It's funny, I guess, but kinda surprising to find yourself suspended in midair all of a sudden.

I'm proud of my hair, mind you. Alright, I use the odd charm on it to change the colour of the tips, but beyond that it's pretty much natural. I can't see why people would want to die it this sort of colour, but what can I do? I'm happy with it; that bright orange is hardly a shade you can miss, is it? At least it's fairly unique around school. I've never seen anybody else with hair this colour since Arthur Weasley left. Although Bilius is quite close, isn't he? Hmm. My point is, there aren't very many people walking about as if their head's on fire. I got blessed with flawless skin, mind. I think it's just to make up for all the unfortunate things I've acquired in other parts of my appearance. I mean, I'm short, shapeless and ginger; but at least I don't need to worry about blemishes, right? I completely adore my cheekbones too, they're nice and high up and make my face look lovely and slim and carefully crafted. It's wonderful. My lips are a really soft pink in colour; I wouldn't dream of putting lipstick over them in case it stains and I lose the hue they've got now. Oh yes, I just used hue in a sentence. It's a good thing my eyes are like the centrepiece of my face; they're really rather wide and wonderful. Yes. I am arrogant about them.
----»» FEELINGS ON THEIR APPEARANCE:
For all I complain about it, I guess I do like how I look. It makes me more unique than most people, doesn't it? I've not seen many other people who look like this - aside from the Weasleys - in Hogwarts. It means I can flaunt myself a little bit, even when I'm in my robes! I confess, I wouldn't mind being a bit taller and having some actual figure, but I can't object. Not all of the girls in Hogwarts have to be perfect pinups, after all.

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,
SEE HOW DEEP THE BULLET LIES
----»» BURIED IN THE PAST .

----»» NATIONALITY: British
----»» BIRTHPLACE: London; Tooting Bec to be precise.
----»» PARENTS:
Sylvester Dobbs -- my father is a policeman. It's quite scary. Or it was, until I heard about Dementors.
Melissa Dobbs -- my mother; she doesn't work. My Grandfather died last year and we're still loaded from the inheritance.
----»» SIBLINGS: N/A
----»» OTHER FAMILY: N/A
----»» PETS: I have the most lovely, adorable, sweet cat in the world. He's called Bear; black with a big white stripe down his tummy, white socks and white whiskers. I love him so much!
----»» FULL HISTORY:
Where do I start? I suppose I'd better explain my blood status first, hadn't I? I mean, it's kind of complicated as it is, and I don't suppose anyone wants to have to work it out themselves, do they? My mother was a Muggleborn; her parents were really quite confused when she suddenly showed off her hand at magical.. stuff. I've never really asked what she did to find out she was a witch; she's about as clumsy as me and I'm worried about the havoc she might have unleashed on the unsuspecting world. So of course, my lovely darling Mummy came to Hogwarts - she was a Hufflepuff too, shock horror. We're like the same person, practically - and discovered the many joys of what purebloods mean. Of course, she didn't really realise that people were going to be disgusted by her when she first got there, so who could blame her for trying to befriend Slytherins? She got mocked to a scary extent, apparently. So much so that she swore she'd raise any kids she had as a Muggle, though that came a lot later. My mum wasn't exactly great at her studies, and came out with mostly As, the odd E appearing in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. Beyond that, her magical days were limited. When she had finished with school, Mummy decided to move back to London, and got a job in Harrods behind the counter. It was there that she met my Daddy; his parents had dragged him in to try and look posh, and to give their son a bit more of a hint of what he could have. You know, if he decided to do more 'appropriate' work. He was clever, but not really very interested in that sort of thing. He wanted to be a policeman, but that apparently wasn't good enough. So anyway.. my parents met - they were only seventeen, mind - and hit it off quite well for two complete strangers. He did come back to Harrods once in a while, and it meant that she could talk to him while pretending to help him pick out jewellery. Cute, right? I know. Anyway, they didn't really get to know each other until they were about twenty; my mum wasn't looking where she was pointing her wand in the kitchen and accidentally broke someone else's window (To this day she has never explained this one to me or my Dad, but it's something we'd love to understand). Turns out my Dad was the policeman who was sent to look into it, and he took one look at the hysterical Melissa and just laughed. Apparently that's when he realised he loved her, though she never did mention she was a witch. Well, not for a while.

When I was really little, I was apparently the most adorable little thing ever. Mummy says that I used to have golden ringlets that sort of fell out as I got older. By the time I was nine, I had poker straight hair; strangely. By the time I was six it had already gone ginger. I was doomed from the start, huh? Anyway, back onto what I was like and such! Because my mum had had bad experiences with her magic and wasn't exactly skilled in it, she told my Dad that she wasn't going to use her powers unless it was a complete emergency. She seriously doubted that I would have any magic anyway - not that she knew she was going to have me, at this point -since she was a Muggleborn and my Dad was a Muggle. There was nothing to worry about, she could just forget about her magic. Of course, she stayed in touch with some of her friends from Hogwarts, but not many. She'd send the odd owl, but Daddy never questioned that. What could you do? I never really played with other witches and wizards when I was younger; I spent all my time being raised like a true Muggle. I ate mud, did maths and learned all about science and history. All the boring things that I didn't really care about.

My family was so close it hurts; you wouldn't believe how much time we spent together. Even if I was sat reading, I'd be reading in the living room so I could talk to my parents at the same time. And if Mum was cooking in the kitchen, the door was always open and she would be shouting through to me. It was funny; I look back and I wonder why she never just used magic to cook. The second I got my letter for Hogwarts, there was witchcraft everywhere! The cooking was suddenly so much quicker because my Mum was just waving her wand about, and the house got cleaned more often. I was completely stunned that my mum had never told me anything. As is expected of any good pre-teen, I instantly began to 'hate' my mother for hiding it all from me. I was so angsty it's unbelievable. Anyway, yeah; my mum had hidden it all from me and I was really quite upset by it. She warned me almost instantly to be careful around Slytherins because she expected that they'd treat me just the same as they had her. I can blame her (but not really) for giving me this silly issue with Slytherins. Though I still can't place who to blame for my fear of alligators.. I went through a few months during the summer where I would slam up to my room straight after seeing my friends and not come out aside from for food. It was terrible of me, looking back; my parents were painfully understanding about it all. I feel dreadful for ever inflicting it on them, but what else could I have done? I wasn't even allowed to tell my best friends that I wasn't a Muggle. I hated that word for a while too, but I'm over it now. Oh, yeah; I'm not bitter about any of it. Getting to Hogwarts fixed that one very very quickly.

My first few months in Hogwarts were awful, though. I was terrified of all the other girls in my dorm, and didn't want to stay there all night. They'd sit and gossip and talk about school and things, and while they were all lovely lovely people, it was so scary! I used to wait until they'd all fallen asleep, then I'd drag my duvet down to the Common Room and sleep on a sofa by the fire. I know it's silly, and I'm still embarrassed about it to this day. Nobody ever mentioned it to me, though, which was a really big relief. You have no idea how much worse it would have been if someone had asked me why I slept in the Common Room. But then again, we're Hufflepuffs; do we really do prying? I don't think I ever have. Or at least, not intentionally. By Christmas I'd settled in well enough though, and it was all fun and fine. Although I hate to admit it, second year holds equally embarrassing memories for me. I mean, really bad. Me and a few other girls in our dorm had all acquired a crush on Sirius Black at the same time. Yes, he is two years older than us and we were aware of that, but even the slightest look sent us all off into giggling hysterics. It's bad how giggly we were over him. Oh, and halfway through the Christmas term, it was decided that I'd take Remedial Transfiguration. I accidentally set fire to a textbook while trying to turn a hedgehog into a pincushion. I was having a breakdown under the table when McGonagall put it out. I've never really forgiven myself for that, and something tells me she hasn't either..

Since I hit fourth year everything's been much nicer though. Yes, it's only two whole years, but they've been a lot nicer. I'm not as shy now; I've got a bit better at Transfiguration, my skills in Herbology are vastly improved and I can make a Potion without exploding it in my face (or someone else's..). All I can say is that I couldn't imagine life without my friends; the people I was terrified of in first year are now some of my best friends. Also, the fact I was practically adopted by Ruby Wood has vastly improved my confidence. It's hard not to be confident with her as a friend, to be truthful..

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,
BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL
----»» okay, listen up! this application page was made by OPERATIC SKELETON , of CAUTION 2.0. Inspiration came from everywhere, lyrics from running up that hill by kate bush, which is a good song so i suggest you listen. this is my first ever template, so be nice... feel free to tweak things, but leave the credits on, else i shall have pete wentz and his band of rebellions hunt after you and kill you in your sleep.

1. LUCY! I'M JUST SO HAPPY YOU'RE HERE.
2. I am absolutely in love with this character.
3. And I know you're a fantastic writer.
4. And you've been using the ICC board like you've already been accepted so it's not like I have a choice. xD
5. I love how you always do your applications in first person.
6. Your history was amazing!
7. And, well... you be Lucy. xD

ACCEPTED !
You can make your relations page and start role playing with us.
EVEN THOUGH YOU PRETTY MUCH ALREADY HAVE BEEN.

ILU ALLEX~

(you know i only do it because i love you, right?! GOOD. now go be amazed at my shiny colourful joyous relationships page xD <3<3<3)